GridcosmLevel 1581 of 4692
Created on Aug 24, 2003.
Grid poemThe manitee attacked with incredible ferocity. I was suprised given that I had put out no manitee bait. Entering the sea was like entering the mother's womb, salty, hot, made me horny, And she picked her nose and giggled while she reported the weather. She was talking to her lighter. She rocks so hard. Yeah, the flame in her lighter. I think it was the local weather. St. Petersburg. And her eyes were gems. And her lips were carrots. She was like a robot, licking her partner's power plug, only now with fewer misstakes! ?! !!! Rock over London, rock on Chicago. His band played a set in an underground community of the homeless living beneath Manhattan in one of Amtrak's tunnels.
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